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And then suddenly the rufous man was touched by fantasy. His sleepiness had fallen from him altogether. He sat up brightly now. 'Look here!' he said. 'I've got an idea! Suppose--'
He paused. He produced that 'suppose' like a juicy fruit and hovered with his hand in the air for a voluptuous moment before he squeezed the juice from it.